winterfall | off-track | drift/february 2

it flattens out, the sea
gray beyond where
surfers drift and read
the ocean like backs
of hands.

winterfall, but no longer on track | gray

beyond the break of
bone or wave or self and soul
flat gray horizon

winterfall (eking out winter)

you speak of phantom limbs,
and a memory of bridges burned blue
deep in January, tonight maybe
stars steeped in bone and honey.

winterfall weekened post

one day the circus I hope
not in my own body, no
legged long and lithe some day
with sequins and, and streaming hair
glances cast 'round the tent, and
landing shouldered and unsquared there.

winterfall | salted too

What happened to all the good math books?

I have salt on the brain. 
Salted bones, salted feathers:
pyramid of salt, slurry of snow.

Talk about hips, the hips, my hips here.
[Hand on hip as if to animate.]
Blue.  Always blue.  All is blue tonight.

I'm clearly not ready to retire the blue. 
And in the same breath I can mutter but

I am ready to unleash the pink
mostly in the key of grunts and groans.

winterfall something lost behind what (numbers have lost their meaning)

Talk about the hip here
and how salting the skin
reminds you of chasing
the ice cream truck down
the block.

It doesn't make sense
to me but I remember
how rocket popsicles
left me sticky and bluelipped
         and how even then
they reminded me of you.

winterfall (family)

winterfall (icons of fall)

winterfall (inspirations)

Some things I've read the last few days that have elicited some sort of deep response:

From Real Simple, January 2013:

a recipe for Mushroom Pizzette

and

"The DOC says:

Idiopathic

It Means: There's no identifiable reason why you came down with an illness or condition."

From Francois Truffaut: The Complete Films (Taschen)

"LEFT

Still from 'L'Homme qui aimait les femmes (1977)

Some people cannot pass a bookshop without going in to browse.  In the case of Bertrand Morane (Charles Denner), he is compelled to look at and talk to women.  Here, as he looks at the mannequin, note how the reflection of the hand in the window seems to caress him.  Not only does he need to love, but he needs to be loved in return."

"MEDICAL ATLAS for Attorneys | COURTROOM DRAWINGS 161-240"

From a Village Voice review of the ReSearch book ANGRY WOMEN:

"This is hardly the nurturing, womanist vision espoused in the 1970s. The view here is largely pro-sex, pro-porn, and pro-choice. Separatism is out, community in. Art and activism are inseparable from life and being."

From a reference letter:

"...Ms. Evans has been a constant bright spot."

From a personal email:

"If NYE doesn't pan out, there's always every day after that for a long time."

From one of my mumbled poems:

"9.  I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)"

winterfall, more mumbling

GUESS | Tucson Mall

GUESS | Tucson Mall

winterfall, uncandled

glassware for sale, Bookman's on Speedway

winterfall catching up, le trois

a necessary evil, at least that morning

winterfall catching up, 2ish

winterfall catching up, 1

bubble jelly upload goof 1

bubble jelly upload goof 2

winterfall 41

It's the split seduction
what's a coupla decades
between strangers and love?

I want him to be talking
to or about me:

I'll let it roll and I'll
give up my vows,
play arsonist in L.A.       and
love him two times.

But you?
You I'll love forever.

winterfall quarante, let's call it

The subtitle reads:
But I can't do it, Sam, I won't do it.

There's tense music, oboes
let's say.  The background scene:

turbulent water, red raft
and a slow fade to bokeh.

What she really said was:
I can't explain to you why you're an idiot.

winterfall (mumbled number)

You say smut like it's a bad thing
she mumbled at him.

Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.

Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.

If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.

Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
                  I'm trying to be.

winterfall midnight (mumbled)

he thinks in terms of cinematography;

the roundness:  of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;

it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;

reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking; 

chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);

at five, it's cold and darkthirty;

too many commas;

unfurl me (dare);

danglingly;

alight.

winterfall 30mumbledsomething

The classifieds, highlighted

1.  Louis XIV blaring
2.  Hot chocolate
3.  Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4.  If it bleeds, it leads
  a.  in a puddle
  b.  at night
5.  The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6.  He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7.  I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8.  Winter here, winter now
9.  I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10.  As if; as if.

winterfall 28

my body as traitor
as coffin and slave

body as prison,
or is it prism?

the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes

my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.

my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.